Cranky Large Medium reading, 30 May

Go away.

Why aren't you going? In fact, why aren't you gone? It's not as though I issued you an engraved invitation to come visit me up here. That would be counterproductive, in my view. So, why are you still hanging around here? Oh, right, you want a reading. If I give you one, will you go away happy? Swell. Here you are, then:

You have a quick temper, and are a regular bully. You are immediately sorry after your "little emotional outbursts", but that doesn't stop you from having them again. You like snob literature and enjoy the company of the pretentious, those who, in your eyes, are witty and interesting.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. Go figure. But before you go throwing your fists around, look on the bright side of things - at least you're still able to do so. That's miles better than what these people can do, as, on this date in history, they punched their time cards for the last time: Wladislaus II, Ferdinand III, John Catron, Souji Okita, Togo Heihachiro, Victor D'Hondt, Wilbur Wright, Vladimir Steklov, Louis Slotin, Leó Szilárd, Joan of Arc, Ezra Taft Benson, Christopher Marlowe, Alexander Pope, François-Marie Arouet aka Voltaire, Boris Pasternak, Peter Paul Rubens, François Boucher, Perry Ellis, Carl Radle, Herman Poole Blount aka Le Sony'r Ra aka Sun Ra, Gordon Lee "Tex" Beneke, Shohei Imamura, Claude Rains, Michel Simon, Robert Sterling, Floyd Roberts, Bill Vukovich, Steve Prefontaine, Max Carey, Tatsuo Shimabuku, Don Ashby, Harada Naomasa, Georgi Plekhanov, Georg Ludwig von Trapp,

and Dooley Wilson.

Let's hope that wood isn't my pine box, even as time goes by.
Happy birthday, anyway.